As I stared into the ill-lighted water it began to turn a swampy green. I took a few steps back cautious of the hundreds of potholes surrounding me. Unaware of the murky overcast shadow behind me I began to turn but as I did I slipped and fell into the solid grip of a man behind me. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and my dad was holding me with a firm grip. I asked why we were outside, he didn’t answer. The next morning I was approached by a strange man in our living room asking if I was okay. I replied with a soft no.
By charlotte.
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